TARANA - CAROL SINGING- OR PLEASURE SINGING
Tarana- Ta Na Na Dhoom - My New Hindi Song with English Text lines
Form- Lyrics
TARANA – A BRIEF INTRODUCTION
Tarana singing is the outcome of those wonderful feelings of heart,
which burst from the lips of the singer unknowingly. Tarana comes
on the lips when the heart is in the swinging mood and the feelings
of joy and pleasure began to come out in the form of meaningless
and sometimes meaningful words almost in a similar manner
in all the languages of the world.
Tarana is an Indian musical form in classical music. It has been the
most popular form sung all over India. The form often with meaningless
words has attracted not only the vocalists, but the dancers of kathak*
and bharatnatyam* of both north and south India respectively. The
monophonic syllables sung in fast tempo has made it enjoyable from
a learned to a lay man.
I have placed in my Tarana Song Video (on You Tube), some of my
Photos with Hindi Song lines in Roman English as well as its English
Text lines to show the mood of the Song, which resembles the
Photos shown in the Video. I am hopeful that this new experimental
song even without music would give a new horizon to use this form of
singing for our English Music lovers.
Critical impressions from my music lover Poetry Soup friends about the
Tarana form of singing and Video is requested and it would be highly
appreciated. With best wishes
URL OF TARANA SONG ON MY YOU TUBE CHANNEL
In order to really know and appreciate this form of Singing please use
the URL placed below of my Music channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IrGvXAlC3w
Ravindra K Kapoor
*A classical form of India
TARANA SONG
Ta Na Na Dhoom 01 Tarana
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 02 Tarana
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 03 Tarana
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na 04 Tarana
Uproar is all over the world 05 English
Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jag Mein 05 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 06 English
Dhoond Raha Jise, Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 06 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom Dhoom 07 Tarana
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 08 Tarana
See what a Magic it is 09 English
Dhekho To Ye Hai Kaisa Karisma 09 Hindi
Your Melody 10 English
Dhun Teri 10 Hindi
Is standing just before you 11 English
Tere Samne Hi Khadi Hai 11 Hindi
Uproar is all over the world 12 English
Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jg Main 12 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 13 English
Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 13 Hindi
The Melody which you could not find
Even in Ages 14 English
Yug Beete Jise Dhoond Na Paya 14 Hindi
Is standing before you
To woo you 15 English
Aaj Wahi Tujhe, Waran Khadi Hai 15 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 16 Tarana
Ta Na Na Dhoom 17 Tarana
Uproar is all over the world 18 English
Dhoom Machi Hai
Sagre Jg Main 18 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 19 English
Dhoond Raha Jise
Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 19 Hindi
See what a 20 English
Dhekho To Kaisi 20 Hindi
New Dawn is spreading its wings 21 English
Subah Jagi Hai 21 Hindi
Smile is blooming on every lips 22 English
Adharon Pe Muskaan Khilee Hai 22 Hindi
The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips 23 English
Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai 23 Hindi
Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom 24 Tarana
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th June 2014

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.
For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.
I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.
I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.
This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.
I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing
to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.
For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown
I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Chorus 1:
Damn girl,
If you need some grease,
Why can't you just
Squeak a little,
Squeak a little? (1)
Take time,
Let the voices cease,
Your life adjust,
Breathe a little,
Breathe a little!
Squeaky wheel will always get the grease they say,
Never has to wait until the end of day,
Somehow there are people who can never learn,
World just doesn’t stop while you await your turn.
Chorus 2:
Damn girl
If you need some grease
Vanity disgrace
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,
Take time
Till the voices cease
Give yourself some space
And breathe a little
Breathe a little
Cannot find your voice, afraid to lose your cool,
Lessons they forgot somehow to teach in school.
‘Trying hard’ it seems is never good enough ,
‘Doing’ is what shows folks that you’ve got the stuff.
Chorus 3:
Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be alright
Why not squeak a little.
Squeak a little,
Take time
Till the voices cease
And you see some light
Why not breathe a little
Breathe a little
If you don’t have answers well it’s just poor you
Sitting in your chair when all the dancing‘s through,
Sure ‘nough little girl a lottery’s your chance,
Only way in Hell that you will get to France.
Chorus 4:
Damn girl
If you need some grease
Why can’t you just
Squeak a little.
Squeak a little,
Take time
Till the voices cease
Don’t you go bust
Breathe a little
Breathe a little
Inner adult free now and can be quite wild,
Baby-sitter dead now for your inner child,
Grand prize may not be the way you want to go,
Happiest are people just content to show….(2)
Chorus 5:
Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be OK
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,
Take time
Till the voices cease
Sample life’s bouquet
And breathe a little
Breathe a little
Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014
Poet's Notes:
Got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.
Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014
Poet's Notes:
(1) ‘a squeaky wheel gets the grease’ – means that when a wheel on a car or bicycle starts to get noisy (squeaky) the owner knows that its bearing is dry and needs lubrication so he takes care of this problem right away. The human parallel for the rest of us is that when you need something from someone, we should not assume that they will see your problem and fix it right away. It is much better to tell them about the problem yourself (squeak a little) so that the problem is addressed more quickly.
(2) ‘show’ – means to do well, get a blue ribbon perhaps for excellence, but not be the best. Those who have to be the best at something, frequently let other things in their lives slide, i.e., they go for ‘flash’ and not for ‘quality of life.’
I got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.

She was a dairymaid, oh so sweet;
many a year ago.
Her figure was trim, her hair was neat,
with ringlets tied up in a bow.
And many a farmer would leave his plough,
the turkeys and chickens, and even the sow,
to stand and stare, a-mopping his brow,
and watch her a-milking go!
For, they love little Marigold,
sweet little Marigold,
answer to every man’s dream.
They all start a-swooning,
when she gets a-spooning
out dollops of thick clotted cream!
Now Harry had horses, a harrow and cart;
many a year ago.
Yet nobody managed to capture his heart,
but many a girl had a go!
Until the poor fellow, early in May,
when resting, awhile, from stacking the hay;
he saw her pass by, ‘twas late in the day.
She set all his passions aglow!
For, he loved little Marigold,
sweet little Marigold,
answer to every man’s dream.
And Harry got swooning,
when she started spooning
out dollops of thick clotted cream.
Now Danny was dapper, a bit of a lad;
many a year ago.
He’d brag and he’d boast, of ladies he’d had,
in rain and the sun and the snow.
This elegant card, when down in the yard,
was feeding the goats and taken off guard,
he fell for her charms; it hit him quite hard.
She set all his passions aglow!
For, he loved little Marigold,
sweet little Marigold,
answer to every man’s dream.
And Danny got swooning
when she started spooning
out dollops of thick clotted cream.
Poor Percy, the poacher, was lonely and sad;
many a year ago.
The Landlord’s fat pheasants, he frequently had;
but never a lass did he know.
One day he was pulling a hare from the trap,
when smitten quite hard, a right thunderclap,
her dazzling smile befuddled the chap.
She set all his passions aglow!
For, he loved little Marigold
sweet little Marigold,
answer to every man’s dream.
And Percy got swooning
when she started -spooning
out dollops of thick clotted cream.
Sir Walter was wealthy. His furrows were long;
many a year ago.
‘Twas brandy he loved. He drank it quite strong,
in pub after pub he would go.
He wasn’t too happy, he had to admit,
to give it all up and totally quit,
in case his performance should suffer, a bit,
when passion was all set aglow!
For he loved little Marigold,
sweet little Marigold,
Answer to every man’s dream.
Sir Walter got swooning
when she started spooning
out dollops of thick clotted cream.
Young Bertie was batty and thick as a brick;
many a year ago.
He bumbled around, he wasn’t too quick;
of ladies, he just didn’t know.
When Marigold heard a sound that was slurred,
it wasn’t a bird, nor sheep in a herd,
much more like a grunt and less like a word,
it set all her passions aglow!
Now poor little Marigold,
sweet little Marigold,
Is mooching around in a dream.
No longer a-spooning;
at Bertie, she’s swooning.
He doesn’t like thick clotted cream!
~

For Cyndi's 'Pub Song' Competition. Inspired by The Wurzles 'Ive got a brand new Combine Harvester'.

Swagger’s Song
This Free Verse was prepared by me on experimental basis to serve as a rustic Song. The free verse is yet to take the shape of a Song with Music and proper Singing.
Placed on Poetry Soup for an evaluation by my PS Music loving friends.
Style inspiration from Poet Destroyer- Thank you for your silent inspiration dear friend PD.
Ravindra
Swagger’s Song
Hey Look
You arrogant lady
Don’t move like a Cat
On my way.
I know
How to bell a Cat
When she is crazy
For a walk and talk
Like a clever politician.
Don't play a trick
With me
By blinking your eyes
Dear lady
I know you are hungry
Like a tigress,
And would leave
Nothing for me
If I offer you
Something to eat.
Still, you want to keep me
In a world of illusions
Till the next prey falls
For you
In the season.
You are doing all this
So that
I may not
Judge your moves
And intensions
And you may make
Your joyous attack
On my ways
Whenever I move
To feel the
Fresh air of the season.
But remember
Hey
You arrogant lady
Don’t move like a Cat
On my way.
I know
How to bell a Cat
When she is crazy
For a walk and talk
Like a claver politician.
I know you are not
In your senses
You have drained
The whole bottle
Down your throat
Dear lady
And in a senseless
State of drunkenness
You want to
Walk and Talk
Like a politician.
Don't play a trick
With me
By blinking your eyes
Dear lady
I know you are hungry
Like a tigress
And would leave
Nothing for me
If I offer my food
To you.
Still, you want to keep me
In a world of illusions
Till the next prey falls
For you
In the season.
You are doing all this
So that
I may not
Know your moves
And intensions
And you may make
Your joyous attack
On my ways
Whenever I move
To feel the
Fresh air of the season.
But remember
Hey
You arrogant lady
Don’t move like a Cat
On my way
I know
How to bell a Cat
When she is crazy
For a walk and talk
Like a claver politician.
I know you are not
In your senses
You have drained
The whole bottle
Down your throat
And you are
In a senseless
Stage of drunkenness
Still you want to
Walk and Talk
Like a politician
Hey
Look you arrogant lady
Don’t move like a Cat
On my way
I know
How to bell a Cat
When she is crazy
For a walk and talk
Like a claver politician
Don't play a trick
With me,
By blinking your eyes
Dear lady
I know you are
Behaving
Like a seasoned actor
But I also know
That
You are completely drunk
And can’t take
Any meaningful decision.
I know
How to bell a Cat
Dear lady
When she is crazy
For a walk and talk
Like a claver politician.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Currently at MP India 14th March 2015
Protected under the Copyrights provisions of Poetry Soup

Wave a sea softened
and a pain and a tenderness
throw dreams in fascination
of the blue.
And let shave the waves of
Your eternity , oh, weigh
above me,
oh,weigh a coast of years.
Carry far in azure, spiral
ships,
with bulging little abdomens,
flutter with mahagony pinions
and already in vain expect you
to stop the scales harbours
with hot flames for You are
open.
Far away, far away ,far away,
stretched string,
heart and frank await the
hymn of June.
All sea sisters are dressed in
mother-of-pearl garment
embroidered of kiss of
eternity.
In the morning hunts them
fishermen and revive with
breath of their man’s hands.
In the evening girls wash
their black tunics,
in their blue hearts,
their feet white ,who cadge
heavy chains.
The night is squeezed enigma
and ugly,
predatory like a bat pecking
of scarlet fig.
Sea sisters, sea sisters,
remember His steps
which go through you noiselessly,
and ou swing like
bloody wine-
hold in His fingers Herod,
Pilate washes his hands,
in Yours heirs
and they bristled like winter
icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
There at Golgotha
hearing terrible cry,
blood gushes like
wounded river disappear
like Easter roses,
in weeds of flushed
preditory crowd,
to open way of
saving.
Who is He?
Do you heard
His name ?
He is Messiah,
God’s anoited
Jesus Christ.
Like little sheeps,
clouds of candy floss,
they welcome festivaly.
Barefooted are feet
of lovely swarthy steps
of the sun, came to bow,
before You , Creator.
The sea throws his
magnificent silver flesh,
blue like heavently lace,
to swallow all stars
only Bethlehem’s
stays inextinguishable,
pretty like uncreated
like an apple of not
born girl.

A Song If this is My Country..
This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJmf2pb0iP4&feature=player_detailpage
A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1
If this is my country
It is yours also
Then why you are making
Such a condition of this land. 01
The dreams which we had seen
To make this country
A land, dearest to everyone
On Earth.02
Those dreams are weeping
And crying,
Whenever they see
You or me. 03
Is this the way
To make a new world for us
By nipping and crushing
The dreams and expectations
Of each and everyone. 04
By making the poor innocent children
As street baggers
What an India of my dreams
You have made O’ makers. 05
If this is my country
It is yours also
Then why the woman’s respect
Is looted everyday on its soil. 06
Is the man of today is so helpless
That those who rob the respect of women
Are set free every day,
So that, they may rob again
What an India of my dreams
You have made O’ makers.
Then why you are making
Such a condition of this land. 07
You and Me both have born on this soil
And on its soil only
We would part our last breath. 08
After centuries of long struggles
We had received back
Our Garden
And After great difficulties
We had started seeing
Some blooming. 09
We could have made it again
A garden full of flowers
A garden on which
All the seasons
Would spread their splendors. 10
But what you have made
Of our montherland
A story on which
The world would only laugh.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013
Dedication
This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl
Rape Victim of Delhi
Who has sacrificed her life
So that Other Rape Victims
Of India
May be saved.
Ravindra
My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"
When Rapes are increasing like a viral disease it is time we should find out the reasons, which are creating an atmosphere of such crimes against women all over the world. It may be a serious problem right now for countries like India but the day is not far off when, when those who are creating such viral through internet would be the worst suffers. My Poem and Video on You Tube on this problem is a very small effort in that direction….Ravindra K Kapoor
Protected under the Copy Rights provisions of Poetry Soup.

Your glorious emerald eyes
Glisten in the moonlight
Glisten in the moonlight
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved...
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow
We're glistening in the moonlight
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon!
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal
I roam inside of your illuminating maze
Glow on... sunshine...
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6)
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you...
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?

off too see her
now we sliding on chrome slippining past slip;ery serpents
its certain its aknown fact
dont push me cause i push back
push black white in the night and
winding sliding sliders right in time too
clean out the doom, demons doomed i clean out the room
i b by bout an hour or so
now you see how the power flows
now episodes after episodes
bring hate out these dirty hoes
stop! in this hour sharks
wolves dressed up as friends false as they always are
pull out my sword and hand you the power source
plug in girl get on board
passion beats down your door
if u asked me i wouldnt tell you no
flows wrote by the pound and more
this round is mine the battle too
faughjt and never lost it
im a straight line once you cross me
step on this side retractors pop and eject you
you dont disrespect me
unless you next to me
next u might b the next in line
take my time help u out a bind
bilnd men i never concide with or confine in
you woulda already come to see me if you was my friend
as true as two times ten
blow em out the waterwhen u and i r in
his power expired quit and retire
or yes i will baptise his ass with fire
pow! shellshocked are we
this is the sound of me marching regardless if its darkness or seeming hopeless
it dont get me out my focus
do u really wanna oppose this,
opponets and foes too
i rap and unfold and she dosnt even know it
sitting pretty in her pose, she knows she takes off her clothes
bold to behold breathtaking like frost lips on gloss
words spoke so soft leads me down through halls
like baja. like she takes the bra off
let me see play my cards right
spades trump im in the power
leave pain claen in the shower
go from hot too cold too
this is my block i hold it
shellshocked a Soldier
bellhops in the parking lot ballet
drop by the bar for a shot
chasers on the lips
words soft refined and polished
not to fall, not to be tooken lightly
calm in the face of fire
recongnize this face of mine
thuggish set in hardlines
polite im there im on it
delightful, elegant, well spoken
a sight to behold a force for opponents
destroyed are false thoughts, cross the friction out
i fit the description, of the one you can depend on
take this chrome, together we sitting on
feel the strenght, and now the feelings deeper
i dont need a bed to sleep on
as i take a nap in your thoughts
we dont need to talk a lot, as we watch falling stars
we share something kinda strange, the rest cant undersatnd it
anthems yes i hand them
gift rapped, u love me i give back
no sense in acting foolish
we aint about puppy love
thunder thumping some
shellbombs that shells is destruction on
compelled to conceal, sealed right on tyhe shelf
im there if uneed out amess
a real friend you can depend on
defend and my defense is strong

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified.
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines.
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm.
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore.
At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man,
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going.
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures,
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air.
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned?
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.